(י) וַיֹּ֖אמֶר מֶ֣ה עָשִׂ֑יתָ ק֚וֹל דְּמֵ֣י אָחִ֔יךָ צֹעֲקִ֥ים אֵלַ֖י מִן־הָֽאֲדָמָֽה׃
(10) “What have you done? Hark, your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground!
God spoke to Cain. Yet the underlying theme is that the land absorbs the blood of the slain innocent. That blood calls out to us. I am filled with anguish and rage. I cannot begin to express my grief. Where is the justice? Torah teaches that vengeance is not for me; it destroys my soul! Where do I go from here?
In the immortal words of Anne Frank, I say now: "I want to go on living even after my death." What does this mean? How do you go on living after your death? Ernst Schnabel, in writing the narrative of her life, said that “her voice was preserved out of the millions that were silenced, this voice no louder than a child’s whisper…It has outlasted the shouts of the murderers and has soared above the voice of time.” I say now: let their voices be preserved. Let the voices of their souls outlast those of vicious murderers. May the Holy One, HaKadosh Hu, bring Divine justice to the perpetrators. I turn my eyes to the future, ensuring that they go on living after their deaths.